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So maybe I lost all youth and tender loving afterwards |
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When I gave in wholly for that thing other and went my way |
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And the bride's mouth tasted like the word it's called by |
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But I've always been an oppressive kind of guy |
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So maybe I lost all youth and tender loving afterwards |
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When I gave in wholly for that thing other and went my way |
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And the bride's mouth tasted like the word it's called by |
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But I've always been an oppressive kind of guy |
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That's right |
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And they think I'm some kind of a... |
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Forget it |
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An early september night in that crooked bar |
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Tired and angry I was leaving the place |
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In that crooked bar |
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There leaning against the wall |
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Little but just enough for solace |
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And how the trees aghast |
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Over four o'clock |
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Think about all the love stories gone awry |
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To rest for a while |
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It really saved my evening then |
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Though nothing much more |
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And I thought "it seems like I've found you" |
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And I thought "it seems like I've found you" |
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And I thought "it seems like I've found you" |
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And I thought "it seems like I've found you" |
